u/Hot-Lingonberry-7736

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I just wanted to have a break from everything. To switch off, and distract myself, getting on the holiday trip far away from my home.
It’s easy to start some fun flirt thing, being so far away.
After all, everything what happens there, stays there, right?

Besides, you were so cool.
You were nothing like anyone I would imagine myself back at home.
You were the fun, exotic adventure for me.
Maybe, I ended up on some tropical beach, and was watching you surfing. Fallen in love in your impressive body, tan lines, and confident vibes.
Oh maybe, it’s the other way around: I ended up in a place, coated with snow.

What could go wrong, yeah?
Was my obsession way too obvious?
I am on holiday, I can let myself to get a bit wild, right? Also regarding the contents of my wallet, or credit card. I would pay for our drink, dinner, and tell you that it’s ok: the most important thing that both of us are having fun.

And then you would convince me that I should stay for a bit more with you. And a bit more. My holiday wasn’t really going to end any soon, was it?
Would I take a long-term time off, or would you convince me to start working remotely, so that I still would have enough money to have fun?
Or would I be even convinced to quit my job - to find a new one in your city, or simply stay at home.
Before I know it, you would be already controlling my money, my life, and getting anything from me what you want.

And I would enjoy it. After all.. you’re so cool and handsome.

Open to any gender of your character.

I just wanted to have a break from everything. To switch off, and distract myself, getting on the holiday trip far away from my home.
It’s easy to start some fun flirt thing, being so far away.
After all, everything what happens there, stays there, right?

Besides, you were so cool.
You were nothing like anyone I would imagine myself back at home.
You were the fun, exotic adventure for me.
Maybe, I ended up on some tropical beach, and was watching you surfing. Fallen in love in your impressive body, tan lines, and confident vibes.
Oh maybe, it’s the other way around: I ended up in a place, coated with snow.

What could go wrong, yeah?
Was my obsession way too obvious?
I am on holiday, I can let myself to get a bit wild, right? Also regarding the contents of my wallet, or credit card. I would pay for our drink, dinner, and tell you that it’s ok: the most important thing that both of us are having fun.

And then you would convince me that I should stay for a bit more with you. And a bit more. My holiday wasn’t really going to end any soon, was it?
Would I take a long-term time off, or would you convince me to start working remotely, so that I still would have enough money to have fun?
Or would I be even convinced to quit my job - to find a new one in your city, or simply stay at home.
Before I know it, you would be already controlling my money, my life, and getting anything from me what you want.

And I would enjoy it. After all.. you’re so cool and handsome.

Open to any gender of your character.

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I am 18+ years old and all characters and players must be 18+ years old.

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I was an Asian scientist in her yearly 30s. A self-made, performative one. During my career, I have lived already in multiple countries over the world, took part in many conferences, was a promising scientist in my field. Well, I was smart and hard-working, and used to be one of the best - among other student, and later on among my work colleagues.
It’s not that I didn’t have any private life at all, but it was hard to keep much friends, while moving around the world, and also working in the lab till late. I didn’t think, everything would change so much, that I would get in a toxic relationship and the only PhD field which would matter, will be sluttyness. It doesn’t sounds so toxic though, if I would enjoy it too, right?

How did it started? Oh, I met you. You were not just protecting and someone I could trust. You were fun too, with many friends, and so much was always going on in your life! It was easy for you to convince me take some sabbatical time, a year right away. Have some fun, that I missed while studying and working hard. Explore new things. And if not, just stay at home, relaxing and waiting for you.

Oh well, a year might soon become.. a never ending “temporary” leave. Why would I ever come back there?

There was a big part of truth in what you have proposed. A lot of fun, exploring new things I never tried in earlier years? Sure thing. You name it: new hair style, tattoo, pierced nipples, getting drunk or stoned or even having an orgy party - anything you would decide is fun for me.

Staying at home as a good wife? Yeah. This means, meet you on my knees and let you enjoy my mouth as you wish.

So, you got it. It seems to be a relatively dark story about my corruption and life change. Throwing out all those dreams about breaking through science, my career.. for the sake of filthy fun. Which at the end I will just love so much. I want to see how we will get there. It can happen in so many ways.

Just reach out and we can plan all this together according to our likes. Don’t be shy if you want to change something.

The story could be a straight, lesbian one, or even some funnier mix (open to any gender of your character)

I just wanted to have a break from everything. To switch off, and distract myself, getting on the holiday trip far away from my home.
It’s easy to start some fun flirt thing, being so far away.
After all, everything what happens there, stays there, right?

Besides, you were so cool.
You were nothing like anyone I would imagine myself back at home.
You were the fun, exotic adventure for me.
Maybe, I ended up on some tropical beach, and was watching you surfing. Fallen in love in your impressive body, tan lines, and confident vibes.
Oh maybe, it’s the other way around: I ended up in a place, coated with snow.

What could go wrong, yeah?
Was my obsession way too obvious?
I am on holiday, I can let myself to get a bit wild, right? Also regarding the contents of my wallet, or credit card. I would pay for our drink, dinner, and tell you that it’s ok: the most important thing that both of us are having fun.

And then you would convince me that I should stay for a bit more with you. And a bit more. My holiday wasn’t really going to end any soon, was it?
Would I take a long-term time off, or would you convince me to start working remotely, so that I still would have enough money to have fun?
Or would I be even convinced to quit my job - to find a new one in your city, or simply stay at home.
Before I know it, you would be already controlling my money, my life, and getting anything from me what you want.

And I would enjoy it. After all.. you’re so cool and handsome.

Open to any gender of your character.

I just wanted to have a break from everything. To switch off, and distract myself, getting on the holiday trip far away from my home.
It’s easy to start some fun flirt thing, being so far away.
After all, everything what happens there, stays there, right?

Besides, you were so cool.
You were nothing like anyone I would imagine myself back at home.
You were the fun, exotic adventure for me.
Maybe, I ended up on some tropical beach, and was watching you surfing. Fallen in love in your impressive body, tan lines, and confident vibes.
Oh maybe, it’s the other way around: I ended up in a place, coated with snow.

What could go wrong, yeah?
Was my obsession way too obvious?
I am on holiday, I can let myself to get a bit wild, right? Also regarding the contents of my wallet, or credit card. I would pay for our drink, dinner, and tell you that it’s ok: the most important thing that both of us are having fun.

And then you would convince me that I should stay for a bit more with you. And a bit more. My holiday wasn’t really going to end any soon, was it?
Would I take a long-term time off, or would you convince me to start working remotely, so that I still would have enough money to have fun?
Or would I be even convinced to quit my job - to find a new one in your city, or simply stay at home.
Before I know it, you would be already controlling my money, my life, and getting anything from me what you want.

And I would enjoy it. After all.. you’re so cool and handsome.

Open to any gender of your character.

I wasn’t the most attractive and confident badass girl that you knew.
In fact, in many ways I was the opposite of that.
If you would see me at the party, hanging out with some friends, then most likely I would be sitting somewhere away from everyone else, anxiously squeezing glass with alcohol.
Oh well, having a better looking friend actually helped. There were some cool people hanging around, talking to us. Even though it was pretty obvious, that they were mostly interested in my friend. But me buying drinks for everyone definitely helped to include myself in the social life and fun too.

So how did it came to me.. giving in for you?
Oh, well. While I might be seen as not the most fun person ever - mostly having some solo hobbies, such as doing sports, travelling, and building some DYI things at home, I was kind of smartass too. And made quite some money outflanks to my job in a prestigious high-tech company. Besides, not caring so much about my wardrobe, I didn’t spend tons of money for a new dress, shoes, and too much of make-up.
The relationship with my best friend was actually.. a bit weird, too. Well, she was hanging with me, because I would buy her any drink, pay for her meal, and all that. Was it so wrong and mean? But on the other hand, wasn’t it wrong that I would hang out with her because she was so pretty and popular, and not because of some personality or whatever nonsense? So at the end it was fair, I suppose.

And yet, I still annoyed her somehow. She wanted to see my fall, or maybe was just bored. Either way, she was telling me already many times that I “had to get laid”. And me… I had a bunch of insecurities about everything.
Then she told me that she would take care of everything - introduce me to a nice guy, and tell him how cute I am. But I had to behave, to do what she would say.. and eventually, what he would tell me, too.
I was skeptical at first. I wasn’t even sure, there were any “nice guys” she would know. It felt like everyone… just wanted to get into her panties.

But eventually, being so lonely and kind of needy, I was convinced that this is what I needed.
I was happily moving towards my new life.
Was going to be betrayed by my friend, so that you would get a total control over me - my body, my looks, behaviour, and my money.
But afterall.. she promised I would get laid.
No lies there.

P.S. Open to any gender of your character. It can be also some other bitch instead of a guy, who gets a control over me, too.

People aren’t always what they seem like, are they?
She seemed like a “good girl”. But you’re about to figure out about her naughtier side.
What is she like?
Oh, you know this type. She seems intelligent and polite, often seen reading a book.
And when not, then either doing sports, or taking care of her plants.
She doesn’t look like someone who would spend the night at some wild party, and make plenty of questionable “fun” decisions, then waking up in someone’s bed on the other side of the city.
No, she seemed as a type of the girl who would care about making a refreshing drink, and enjoying the read or going for a sunset run.
The one whose ideal date would be hold to walk barefoot at the beach, holding hands, and talking about nothing and everything, or just hugging in a silence.

Well, guess what. The plant based latte, the best matcha, and yoga courses aren’t paying for itself, and the big collection of the books on her shelves is pretty pricy too.
And she needed somehow to earn for all that.
Besides.. she simply had a dirty mind.
Turns out, while being pretty intelligent, idealistic, she enjoyed to… show off her body online. While seen outside in a rather casual clothes: shorts or jeans and croptops, skater shoes, and hardly ever wearing some too stunning outfits, behind the closed doors.. she looked differently.
She would put a slutty make-up, a revealing dress, and a hot lingerie.
And the ready.. would depend on the people who would watch and donate.
She would do some little show, undressing, or even touching herself or writing text on her body.

And then you find out about her second identity.
Maybe, you’re her best friend who fancied her for a while, and yet she seemed too prude.
Maybe, you even dated her.
Or hated her?
Or you were simply her neighbour.

Reach out and tell me who are you gonna be, and how would you react, when you will figure out that she was a bitch full of hypocrisy and lies.
Don’t be shy, and don’t just say “hi”.
Make me tremble and shudder from your message. Be _really_ bad.
Open to any gender of your character, and open both to first and third person description.

I wasn’t the most attractive and confident badass girl that you knew.
In fact, in many ways I was the opposite of that.
If you would see me at the party, hanging out with some friends, then most likely I would be sitting somewhere away from everyone else, anxiously squeezing glass with alcohol.
Oh well, having a better looking friend actually helped. There were some cool people hanging around, talking to us. Even though it was pretty obvious, that they were mostly interested in my friend. But me buying drinks for everyone definitely helped to include myself in the social life and fun too.

So how did it came to me.. giving in for you?
Oh, well. While I might be seen as not the most fun person ever - mostly having some solo hobbies, such as doing sports, travelling, and building some DYI things at home, I was kind of smartass too. And made quite some money outflanks to my job in a prestigious high-tech company. Besides, not caring so much about my wardrobe, I didn’t spend tons of money for a new dress, shoes, and too much of make-up.
The relationship with my best friend was actually.. a bit weird, too. Well, she was hanging with me, because I would buy her any drink, pay for her meal, and all that. Was it so wrong and mean? But on the other hand, wasn’t it wrong that I would hang out with her because she was so pretty and popular, and not because of some personality or whatever nonsense? So at the end it was fair, I suppose.

And yet, I still annoyed her somehow. She wanted to see my fall, or maybe was just bored. Either way, she was telling me already many times that I “had to get laid”. And me… I had a bunch of insecurities about everything.
Then she told me that she would take care of everything - introduce me to a nice guy, and tell him how cute I am. But I had to behave, to do what she would say.. and eventually, what he would tell me, too.
I was skeptical at first. I wasn’t even sure, there were any “nice guys” she would know. It felt like everyone… just wanted to get into her panties.

But eventually, being so lonely and kind of needy, I was convinced that this is what I needed.
I was happily moving towards my new life.
Was going to be betrayed by my friend, so that you would get a total control over me - my body, my looks, behaviour, and my money.
But afterall.. she promised I would get laid.
No lies there.

P.S. Open to any gender of your character. It can be also some other bitch instead of a guy, who gets a control over me, too.

People aren’t always what they seem like, are they?
She seemed like a “good girl”. But you’re about to figure out about her naughtier side.
What is she like?
Oh, you know this type. She seems intelligent and polite, often seen reading a book.
And when not, then either doing sports, or taking care of her plants.
She doesn’t look like someone who would spend the night at some wild party, and make plenty of questionable “fun” decisions, then waking up in someone’s bed on the other side of the city.
No, she seemed as a type of the girl who would care about making a refreshing drink, and enjoying the read or going for a sunset run.
The one whose ideal date would be hold to walk barefoot at the beach, holding hands, and talking about nothing and everything, or just hugging in a silence.

Well, guess what. The plant based latte, the best matcha, and yoga courses aren’t paying for itself, and the big collection of the books on her shelves is pretty pricy too.
And she needed somehow to earn for all that.
Besides.. she simply had a dirty mind.
Turns out, while being pretty intelligent, idealistic, she enjoyed to… show off her body online. While seen outside in a rather casual clothes: shorts or jeans and croptops, skater shoes, and hardly ever wearing some too stunning outfits, behind the closed doors.. she looked differently.
She would put a slutty make-up, a revealing dress, and a hot lingerie.
And the ready.. would depend on the people who would watch and donate.
She would do some little show, undressing, or even touching herself or writing text on her body.

And then you find out about her second identity.
Maybe, you’re her best friend who fancied her for a while, and yet she seemed too prude.
Maybe, you even dated her.
Or hated her?
Or you were simply her neighbour.

Reach out and tell me who are you gonna be, and how would you react, when you will figure out that she was a bitch full of hypocrisy and lies.
Don’t be shy, and don’t just say “hi”.
Make me tremble and shudder from your message. Be _really_ bad.
Open to any gender of your character, and open both to first and third person description.

I am 18+ years old and all characters and players must be 18+ years old too.

I never thought, someone like that could intimidate me, let alone change me, and take over the control and everything from me.

I did have everything what one would wish to: successful career, respect at work, nice house, loving partner.

Was something lacking? Well, sometimes I did prioritise important work meeting over private life, and spending time with my partner, or over my hobbies. But that’s how I got where I was. Sure, I might be not the most easy-going and having wild fun person, but one should set up priorities in life, right?

And then _she_ appeared in the office. I didn’t really like her almost from the very beginning. She just didn’t seem serious or responsible enough, though everyone around, especially men, seemed to like her. No, love her. And I suppose, this had something to do not just with her friendly, flirty personality, but also with that deep cleavage, short skirt she would wear. Honestly, I was even wondering if she was getting any job done, and if there was some reason for her not being clicked out, other than.. maybe fucking with someone here?

And then I got a raise and my own office. I was even supposed to get my own assistant, which was… supposed to get her. Not that I was super happy about that.. but on the other hand, it was a chance to kick that slutty intern out - she was pissing me off. After all, the tricks that she might use with someone else, wouldn’t work with me. I wasn’t very interested in some slut crawling under my desk to please me. Wasn’t really interested in girls at all, or that’s what I thought.

Turned out, I was underestimating her. She might not seem the most hardworking or taking things seriously, but she surely paid attention to the little details. To anything, that could help her to control and manipulate other people. And becoming my assistant, she would know more about my personal life, schedule, or anything I might be ashamed of, - more than anyone else in the company.

I didn’t know, that it was me who was going to crawl under the desk, not her. Me, hypnotised by her cleavage, too.

And her.. taking over everything. Control over me.. and pretty much, taking my place in my private life too.

She just seemed so much more fun, more superior than I was.. and my partner was going to love her.

So who are you? My partner, letting this bitch to take my place, while I have to accept that new dynamics in our relationship?

My work colleague, who is watching my fall? _Her_ friend?

Or that bitch herself?

I never thought, someone like that could intimidate me, let alone change me, and take over the control and everything from me.

I did have everything what one would wish to: successful career, respect at work, nice house, loving partner.

Was something lacking? Well, sometimes I did prioritise important work meeting over private life, and spending time with my partner, or over my hobbies. But that’s how I got where I was. Sure, I might be not the most easy-going and having wild fun person, but one should set up priorities in life, right?

And then _she_ appeared in the office. I didn’t really like her almost from the very beginning. She just didn’t seem serious or responsible enough, though everyone around, especially men, seemed to like her. No, love her. And I suppose, this had something to do not just with her friendly, flirty personality, but also with that deep cleavage, short skirt she would wear. Honestly, I was even wondering if she was getting any job done, and if there was some reason for her not being clicked out, other than.. maybe fucking with someone here?

And then I got a raise and my own office. I was even supposed to get my own assistant, which was… supposed to get \\\_her\\\_. Not that I was super happy about that.. but on the other hand, it was a chance to kick that slutty intern out - she was pissing me off. After all, the tricks that she might use with men, wouldn’t work with me. I wasn’t very interested in some slut crawling under my desk to please me. Wasn’t really interested in girls at all, or that’s what I thought.

Turned out, I was underestimating her. She might not seem the most hardworking or taking things seriously, but she surely paid attention to the little details. To anything, that could help her to control and manipulate other people. And becoming my assistant, she would know more about my personal life, schedule, or anything I might be ashamed of, - more than anyone else in the company.

I didn’t know, that it was me who was going to crawl under the desk, not her. Me, hypnotised by her cleavage, too.

And her.. taking over everything. Control over me.. and pretty much, taking my place in my private life too.

She just seemed so much more fun, more superior than I was.. and my partner was going to love her.

So who are you? My partner, letting this bitch to take my place, while I have to accept that new dynamics in our relationship?

My work colleague, who is watching my fall? _Her_ friend?

Or that bitch herself?

Open to any gender of your character.

Things were complicated.

I wasn’t actually a loser - at least, not in terms of career success.

I studied hard, and then worked hard. Trying to prove to everyone around, and to myself, that I am good enough.

Sure thing, I might be sometimes not the most charismatic and confident person, but the hardworking paid off.

I got a nice position in the reputable company, and earned good money to afford a spacious, light apartment in the city center, nice car, and various hobbies.

There was just one problem with all this.

My focus on the career, and some internal insecurities didn’t help much with private life.

On one hand, I wasn’t totally secure about me being good enough for some “perfect” partner, on the other hand, I wasn’t judgy about “less perfect” candidates for that role, too.

Eventually any relationship I was getting in, turned out to be very messy, and didn’t last long - either someone would get bored, or we were just getting into fights, or expectations didn’t fit the reality.

And then you appeared on the horizon. Your case was a bit special. I didn’t have much overthinking, and considerations of the plans about us going out. No, it’s just happened - I was lonely and drunk, and we hooked up.

And then you decided to not let me go.

Why would you? Clearly, you met someone at the same time insecure, but earning good money, and pretty, too.

Sure, I might be not doing much effort about looking truly classy, or wearing some heels and revealing cocktail dresses - also not feeling confident for that. But there is nothing one can’t change in me, after telling me that I should just \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\_try better\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\_ .

You might be mean, dominant, and even toxic.

And yet, all my friends and even relatives are convincing me, that if you’re too rude sometimes, it’s my fault.

I just really have to try better.

Try my best to be a good girl for you.

A good bitch for you.

I am 18+ years old and all characters and partners must be 18+ years old.

People aren’t always what they seem like, are they?
She seemed like a “good girl”. But you’re about to figure out about her naughtier side.
What is she like?
Oh, you know this type. She seems intelligent and polite, often seen reading a book.
And when not, then either doing sports, or taking care of her plants.
She doesn’t look like someone who would spend the night at some wild party, and make plenty of questionable “fun” decisions, then waking up in someone’s bed on the other side of the city.
No, she seemed as a type of the girl who would care about making a refreshing drink, and enjoying the read or going for a sunset run.
The one whose ideal date would be hold to walk barefoot at the beach, holding hands, and talking about nothing and everything, or just hugging in a silence.

Well, guess what. The plant based latte, the best matcha, and yoga courses aren’t paying for itself, and the big collection of the books on her shelves is pretty pricy too.
And she needed somehow to earn for all that.
Besides.. she simply had a dirty mind.
Turns out, while being pretty intelligent, idealistic, she enjoyed to… show off her body online. While seen outside in a rather casual clothes: shorts or jeans and croptops, skater shoes, and hardly ever wearing some too stunning outfits, behind the closed doors.. she looked differently.
She would put a slutty make-up, a revealing dress, and a hot lingerie.
And the ready.. would depend on the people who would watch and donate.
She would do some little show, undressing, or even touching herself or writing text on her body.

And then you find out about her second identity.
Maybe, you’re her best friend who fancied her for a while, and yet she seemed too prude.
Maybe, you even dated her.
Or hated her?
Or you were simply her neighbour.

Reach out and tell me who are you gonna be, and how would you react, when you will figure out that she was a bitch full of hypocrisy and lies.
Don’t be shy, and don’t just say “hi”.
Make me tremble and shudder from your message. Be _really_ bad.
Open to any gender of your character, and open both to first and third person description.

Things were complicated.

I wasn’t actually a loser - at least, not in terms of career success.

I studied hard, and then worked hard. Trying to prove to everyone around, and to myself, that I am good enough.

Sure thing, I might be sometimes not the most charismatic and confident person, but the hardworking paid off.

I got a nice position in the reputable company, and earned good money to afford a spacious, light apartment in the city center, nice car, and various hobbies.

There was just one problem with all this.

My focus on the career, and some internal insecurities didn’t help much with private life.

On one hand, I wasn’t totally secure about me being good enough for some “perfect” partner, on the other hand, I wasn’t judgy about “less perfect” candidates for that role, too.

Eventually any relationship I was getting in, turned out to be very messy, and didn’t last long - either someone would get bored, or we were just getting into fights, or expectations didn’t fit the reality.

And then you appeared on the horizon. Your case was a bit special. I didn’t have much overthinking, and considerations of the plans about us going out. No, it’s just happened - I was lonely and drunk, and we hooked up.

And then you decided to not let me go.

Why would you? Clearly, you met someone at the same time insecure, but earning good money, and pretty, too.

Sure, I might be not doing much effort about looking truly classy, or wearing some heels and revealing cocktail dresses - also not feeling confident for that. But there is nothing one can’t change in me, after telling me that I should just \\\_try better\\\_ .

You might be mean, dominant, and even toxic.

And yet, all my friends and even relatives are convincing me, that if you’re too rude sometimes, it’s my fault.

I just really have to try better.

Try my best to be a good girl for you.

A good bitch for you.